Do you think I don’t miss?
Do you think
if your voice is not caressing my restless heart
and if the melody of your sentiments
are not leading the symphony of my heartbeats,
I have any peace?
Do you think it has any importance
if the fox, the leopard and wolf,
stem from the love birds
or have the quality of daily opportunists’ daggers?
Passing by the seconds,
the sad hearts of violets
become more nostalgic
for the absence of sun shine.
Do you think that violets
at night
in deficiency of light
buy a gleam of moon?
and open their petals
in coquetry to seduce?
Do you think I am made of sharp cheat
or am as the delicate piece of silk, deceptive?

I think I am thirsty
before I start begging
give me a glass of kindness…
Do you think love is like thirst?
that if you fulfill me with your sips of affection
I will no longer drink your love?

Do you think that because my adorations have no Allah
I don’t know how to worship?
Didn’t I kneel to the freedom Soorahs of life
and pray in the name of love?

Do you think like every other bird
in a season of year
I take off?
Believe me
I stem from the tenderhearted
From the long lost tribe of devoted

A translation of my farsi poem "che fekr mikoni?" for the poetry week
~Fari Naz Aryanfar